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capeandcowllogs2013-09-13 03:43 pm
failedprotagonist) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-09-13 03:43 pm
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Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, why you never see bright colors on my back
WHO: Kiritsugu Emiya and YOU (except for one closed prompt)
WHERE: In the MAC, the park, and around the City
WHEN: Throughout the week
WARNINGS: None yet!
SUMMARY: You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
FORMAT: Quick
a. his apartment: [closed togandere]
[After Rin's texts, it turns out he's agreed to a visit, not that he particularly wants one. He would leave, if he truly wanted to avoid the company, but there's no point in that. No, it'll be fine. He sits down on the couch and waits.]
b. the park:
[After being extremely ill and bedridden for weeks, he's ready to be out of the apartment building. He makes his slow way to the park. Without thinking about it, he gets himself a hamburger and sits down on one of the benches. He's not going anywhere in particular, but he's dressed in a black suit and tie, as he usually does when going out.
It isn't long before he finds himself with company. A black mutt sits looking up at him hopefully, tail wagging. While not in the habit of feeding hamburgers to stray dogs, his grip isn't steady, and when he accidentally drops his burger--well, there's someone waiting to snatch it up.
Kiritsugu sighs as his burger is inhaled, but it looks like he's found a new friend. He could get another burger, but for now he sits--and pats the dog on the head. He'll probably get fleas, but why not?]
c. moving out:
[Now that Shirou's gone, he has no reason to stay with Saber. He should have moved out from the beginning, but he can correct the situation now. He'd rather have as little to do with Saber as possible. So, in the most mature way possible, he waits until she's away at work to move, without a word to her. It's not as if he has too many things to transport, so even in his condition, he doesn't have too much trouble. He carries boxes through the halls to his new apartment, stepping aside to let others pass when necessary and setting the boxes down for a brief rest if he needs it.
Later, he comes in from outside, bearing objects he found at local thrift stores: a lamp, a can opener, some glasses.]
d. around the city:
[Looking for a way to occupy his time and a way to help, Kiritsugu has started to volunteer for a local homeless shelter. They've asked him to pass out fliers, and he does so diligently. As he walks down the streets, he hands one to each person he encounters who's willing to take one, with a greeting, followed by:]
Remember to donate your unneeded blankets and winter clothes this year.
[To a receptive party, he may continue, telling them more about the shelter and the work they do. Sometimes he pauses to post one of the fliers on an appropriate (or inappropriate) surface.
As he walks, there's a black dog trailing at his heels, hoping for more hamburgers.]
WHERE: In the MAC, the park, and around the City
WHEN: Throughout the week
WARNINGS: None yet!
SUMMARY: You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
FORMAT: Quick
a. his apartment: [closed to
gandere][After Rin's texts, it turns out he's agreed to a visit, not that he particularly wants one. He would leave, if he truly wanted to avoid the company, but there's no point in that. No, it'll be fine. He sits down on the couch and waits.]
b. the park:
[After being extremely ill and bedridden for weeks, he's ready to be out of the apartment building. He makes his slow way to the park. Without thinking about it, he gets himself a hamburger and sits down on one of the benches. He's not going anywhere in particular, but he's dressed in a black suit and tie, as he usually does when going out.
It isn't long before he finds himself with company. A black mutt sits looking up at him hopefully, tail wagging. While not in the habit of feeding hamburgers to stray dogs, his grip isn't steady, and when he accidentally drops his burger--well, there's someone waiting to snatch it up.
Kiritsugu sighs as his burger is inhaled, but it looks like he's found a new friend. He could get another burger, but for now he sits--and pats the dog on the head. He'll probably get fleas, but why not?]
c. moving out:
[Now that Shirou's gone, he has no reason to stay with Saber. He should have moved out from the beginning, but he can correct the situation now. He'd rather have as little to do with Saber as possible. So, in the most mature way possible, he waits until she's away at work to move, without a word to her. It's not as if he has too many things to transport, so even in his condition, he doesn't have too much trouble. He carries boxes through the halls to his new apartment, stepping aside to let others pass when necessary and setting the boxes down for a brief rest if he needs it.
Later, he comes in from outside, bearing objects he found at local thrift stores: a lamp, a can opener, some glasses.]
d. around the city:
[Looking for a way to occupy his time and a way to help, Kiritsugu has started to volunteer for a local homeless shelter. They've asked him to pass out fliers, and he does so diligently. As he walks down the streets, he hands one to each person he encounters who's willing to take one, with a greeting, followed by:]
Remember to donate your unneeded blankets and winter clothes this year.
[To a receptive party, he may continue, telling them more about the shelter and the work they do. Sometimes he pauses to post one of the fliers on an appropriate (or inappropriate) surface.
As he walks, there's a black dog trailing at his heels, hoping for more hamburgers.]
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[He can't seem to fathom that Kiritsugu is offering to be the one who makes it. That's just who he is.]
You should--
['--move in with me,' he almost says, but he catches himself at the last moment and just shakes his head.]
Never mind. Let's have tea.
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[Kiritsugu knows from experience that Shirou's tea is better than his, but he feels he should offer this protest. He pauses at Shirou's "you should," expectant, waiting to see what's next, but when nothing comes of it, he doesn't press, turning away. Well, that's nothing new, he's not quite sure what he should do these days in general]
Tea it is.
[And he heads into the kitchen to make the tea himself, like a rebel.]
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[Archer blinks as the realization sinks in, then quickly looks away.]
Yeah, you are. But you're probably tired from moving all this stuff, so just show me where the kettle and the tea are and I'll handle that sort of thing--
[Only belatedly, as he starts to need to call after the other man's retreating back, does he realize that Kiritsugu has already gone to make the tea himself.]
Jeez. You are incorrigible, old man.
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[He repeats this probable lie. He is, in fact, very tired, but he continues to push himself. He's better than he was, somehow. The endless degradation has become a kind of fluctuation.
As Archer talks to him, he runs water into the kettle, obviously determined to make the tea himself.]
That's what they call me. The incorrigible old man. Well, it's true. But there's something to be said for stubbornness.
[He says this lightly enough, even though his stubbornness had certainly caused him some problems, to say the least.]
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[Suddenly, Archer is melancholy.]
That will only bring you pain, you know.
It'll only bring you to a place where you're making tea in an apartment in another world and lying about your health.
[He might have derailed there.]
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[He shakes his head, with a brief smile.]
Did I hold on to them? I wonder.
[He sighs.]
And what would you have me say about my health, Shirou?
[They're alone, so he's not going to call him by a Servant Class name, of all things.]
Where would I be, if I wasn't here?
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[There's pain in his voice, but he can't finish the command. He can't tell his father not to call him by his real name.]
I suppose that's one way to look at it. If you weren't here, you would probably be dead.
[So since he can't escape that name, he lashes out with other bitterness.]
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That's right. I was probably dying when I came here.
[The water's on the stove now. There's nothing left to do but wait for it to boil.]
We were sitting together and talking, looking at the moon, and I felt-- [He breaks off.] Then suddenly, I was here. It's not too hard to guess what will happen when I go back.
["Borrowed time" is really the word for it. If Shirou wants him to be honest, then he'll be honest. He doesn't talk this much to anyone else.]
It's better, here, but it's still bad. It's just--different.
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Yeah. It was really soon after that, I bet.
[His voice goes very soft.]
You know, I was really happy with you, Kiritsugu. I think I forgot that, but I've started to remember.
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I'm glad. I was happy, too, living with you.
I wanted you to be happy. I think...
[He lets out another sigh, a faint one. He feels so tired and old.]
I might have made some mistakes.
[This is, he believes, an understatement. All parents make mistakes, but his seem less than forgivable. And after the things he's seen here, the things Kirei had said to him and he'd said... it doesn't make him feel much better about himself as a father.]
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It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault.
[He reverses the grip, so that he's grabbing Kiritsugu's arm, for a few seconds.
Then he lets go, looks away. When he speaks again, his voice is detached.]
That's a thing that a child would say about a parent, I suppose. In truth, you left me a flawed ideal. But it was my own stupid choice to follow it.